Sometimes, I wonder why everything we own is covered in cat hair. Why are the perfectly clean clothes, in the closet no less, dotted with tiny little cat hairs?
Then, I walk into the living room, where our laundry is drying on the little wooden drying rack and on the couches. And then I know why.
Right after that picture was taken, Gracie jumped down to the floor, where Oliver sat. She curled up at his feet, and he gave her a bath. And then I didn’t care about all the cat hair on our clothes.
Yes, they’re keepers. Shedding fur and all.